raw meat þarký sözü

-for andy field
raw meat for the balcony
another mugging in tin pan alley
another heart of attack takes the centre stage
you might think i´m getting cynical
but after these years i can still pass the physical
still got my corner, still got my edge

and the waitress takes an order for another round
as i try to blend my way into the crowd
the hunter of the autograph he wants my name
and i just can´t find the strength to turn him down

raw meat for the balcony don´t get me wrong
i don´t need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime
just a tear in the public eye
from laughing or crying it don´t mean that much to me
some sort of reaction is all that i need
the cognac goes down better in the hotel room,
when you´re staring at the writing on the wall
condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
when it´s just another lyric going for a song

we´re low on life on the highway in search of coin
picking up the pennies from the road
guided by direction in the wake of stars
we were driven by a dream that´s broken down
but the bandwagon´s parked up in another town
we hope tomorrow its heading out our way
to get us out the tunnel where we´ve paid our dues
with friends we buried there beyond the lights

raw meat for the balcony
is that all i am, is that all i´m going to be?
raw meat for the balcony,
nobody´s fool but mine, is that my destiny?

but if that bandwagon takes off for another town
and the suits that buy the wine don´t like my song
though i´m playing to empty tables
till the curtain falls
i´ll always find the strength to carry on
i´ll always have the strength to carry on
i´m raw meat!

(dick/paterson)